Envelope Challenge

Chapter 12 - Glass and Spanking

Ok, so it's a filler but I'm getting onto the main plot. Sorry and don't come at me with your pitch forks! *cowers*

"Your guys' room is awesome," Maria declared when they walked into the wide room. "Is that bed as comfortable as it looks?"

"Even more than it looks," Polly reassured her. She collapsed onto the bed in question and groaned as her leg hit the wooden stand holding the mattress. Looking down to where the pain was originating, she discovered a large shard of glass imbedded in her thigh. Thankfully, a large portion was sticking out and she was able to pull it out with a sickening, wet sound. The adrenaline coursing through her veins felt even better than the drugs the doctors pumped her with when they stitched up her head. "That's disgusting."

"Oh, my goodness," Nathaniel gasped and rushed over to her. The only thing running through her mind was that he was too overprotective. It was just a little cut after all. "You're bleeding like crazy."

"Just get me a Band-Aid," she giggled maniacally. "It'll go away by tomorrow. Just like a splinter. I hate splinters; I just hate that feeling as you pull them out. It's even worse when a part of it gets stuck in you and you have to dig it out." She shivered at the memory. "Ugh! It's just the worst feeling ever, you know?"

"Get a towel!" Nathaniel screamed at Maria and she ran into the bathroom. Within a second, she was back and shoving the towel into his hand. He, in turn, shoved it onto her leg and even the adrenaline high she was feeling couldn't keep the pain at bay. Instead of screaming, she bit down roughly on her lip and tasted blood as the bolts of pain shot through her body in their unrelenting fashion. Maria shoved two capsules of Motrin into her hand and she dry swallowed them.

"Stop it," she cried in a hoarse, broken voice. "Stop it, Nathaniel. It hurts."

"You have to deal with it, Polly. I need to stop the blood so you have to deal with the pain. It'll only last a few minutes, really. Really, it'll be fine."

"No, no! It'll be fine now. It's just small. It's just small. It'll get better soon, really. Stop it! Stop!"

"Shut up, Polly."

"That's no way to talk to an injured person!" Maria exclaimed. "You have to assure them it'll be alright and help them!"

"If she won't let me help her then I have to stop being nice," he growled. "I don't care what she thinks; I'm going to help her."

"That doesn't mean she wants you screaming at her!"

"It doesn't mean she wants to bleed to death, either!"

"She is right here, you know!" Polly announced in pain induced rambling. "Don't talk over me like that. OW! Let go of my leg! Ow, ow, ow! Nathaniel, stop!"

"Knock it off, Polly. I'm helping you."

"Nathaniel, stop. The bleeding's already gone down," Maria butted in.

Sure enough, when Nathaniel lifted the towel to look at the cut, the only blood on her leg was the blood from earlier. Maria gently touched his shoulder before reaching over to take the towel away from him. She began rubbing away the blood dying Polly's leg every second and was pleased to see that the cut itself wasn't nearly as bad as she'd assumed when seeing the glass shard getting pulled out. It was a deep wound, but only around an inch in length, not overly concerning.

"See? Listen to Maria! I'm already better." Some blood budded to the surface once again and he used the opportunity to roughly shove the towel back down. She winced at the pain, but her mind was becoming clearer with the help of the drugs in her system. Sense slowly came back to her with one last bite to her lip from the pain.